MILKWEED

Mundane indulgence for a prlonged state
of agony in truth of fake lies and synthetic tears,

bloated rendition of angels; the hate crawls
out from the ruins of time. I crave for the musical

instruments left in the room. The song was inside
the winds, became untouchable in obscene

display of naked screams, the freedom of
stones to kill the

black roses for rivals. Somebody stages a
comeback for toppling the victor. A viper

is thrown at you in dark to deliver a message!

Satish Verma

Published November 15, 2011 Write a comment
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sensebreeze
Beautiful poem...
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Yarbrough
Near perfect. Best I've read in a while. line 1. (spelling) prolonged
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LightH2O
Love the metaphors you've used for lies and truth and the wicked messenger being a viper is a very adequate title for him. I enjoy your daily writings.
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Cat
much though out poem, cat
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